How did I end up here?
I started to sober up and realized my life was truly out of control. I hated myself for it. I was capable of a lot more. At least, that what I used to believe. I didn’t even know who I was anymore. Why was I allowing alcohol to ruin my life and keep me from the success I knew I was capable of achieving.
That was November 4th, 2010.
I always had a strong work ethic. I could credit my parents for that. They owned a business and worked really hard to make it successful for a long time. It was a family business, which means me and siblings had to work really hard too…starting at a young age.
I don’t know if it was genes or the environment I was raised in, but there’s no doubt, the entrepreneurial spirit is in me. If I see an opportunity I like, I will try to make a profitable business out of it.
I don’t know if it was always for the money, I wanted to do something that interested me and make enough to fund a comfortable lifestyle. I wanted to create and control my own destiny.
But there I was in November of 2010. I’ve created a mess and I was not in control.
At 33 years old, I conceded that alcohol was getting in the way of my success.
November 4th, 2010 is the day I decided that I would not allow alcohol to contribute to more self-sabotage.
I still had more work to do from there to get my life back in order, but it was a great start.